Chapter 8: Jiang Li: The Power of Technology (1 / 1)
Time passed quickly—before long, it was deep night.
Outside the bandit stronghold, on a stone path.
Ling Luochen walked forward openly, without any attempt to hide.
She looked completely unconcerned about being discovered.
Of course, in reality, she was extremely nervous—but since she had chosen to trust Jiang Li, she could only go through with it.
At the same time, two lookout bandits spotted her.
Just as they were about to shout—
Two sharp piercing sounds rang out.
Puff! Puff!
In the next instant, both bandits' heads exploded, and they collapsed to the ground, blood and brain matter spilling everywhere.
The one responsible was none other than Jiang Li, stationed a thousand meters away.
He was lying on a sloped ridge with a wide field of view, holding a high-precision sniper rifle equipped with a thermal imaging scope.
"Still, firearms are the best."
Jiang Li chuckled softly.
Firearms were powerful—but not always suitable.
Compared to them, he actually preferred the thrill of close combat.
Because—fighting was just more exciting.
Meanwhile, Ling Luochen continued approaching the stronghold.
She was confused.
No one had stopped her the entire way.
Only when she reached the gate did she realize—
All threats along the way had already been eliminated by Jiang Li.
At that moment, Jiang Li appeared beside her.
Seeing him, Ling Luochen immediately asked,
"Were the outer guards taken care of?"
"Yeah. All of them," Jiang Li nodded.
She couldn't help but take a sharp breath.
After calming down, she asked again,
"Do we go in directly next?"
"Of course."
Jiang Li grinned.
"Little You."
At his call, a small dragon head poked out from his collar.
It crawled out and quickly expanded in size, coiling around his upper body, resting its head on his left shoulder.
Ling Luochen's eyes lit up.
She had seen it before, but she still couldn't help being curious.
This strange soul beast could grow and shrink, understand human speech, and even store items inside its body.
Jiang Li patted its head.
Little You immediately opened its mouth.
One by one, items were spat out.
Jiang Li grabbed a hilt and pulled—
A pitch-black blade was drawn out, exuding a chilling aura.
"Ready to show off, Boss Ling?"
He smiled.
Ling Luochen nodded slightly. Five soul rings rose beneath her feet—two yellow, two purple, one black.
An ice staff condensed in her hand.
"Then let's go."
Before she finished speaking, Jiang Li shot forward like a ghost.
He didn't even open the gate—he stepped off the ground and leapt over the tall wall, landing silently inside.
Ling Luochen followed closely.
Ice condensed beneath her staff, forming steps in mid-air. She stepped lightly across them and landed gracefully, her soul rings spinning as cold air spread around her.
Inside the stronghold, dozens of wooden houses were scattered about.
Laughter, curses, and gambling noises echoed from within.
Near the entrance, bandits were roasting meat around a fire, drunk and carefree.
They had no idea death had already arrived.
Jiang Li drew his black blade instantly.
A dark arc of blade light tore through the night.
Two bandits fell without even reacting.
At the same time, Ling Luochen raised her staff.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two ice spikes pierced the foreheads of nearby enemies, freezing their bodies instantly.
The remaining bandits finally reacted.
"Enemy attack!"
But before they could act, Jiang Li was already in front of them.
His blade flashed.
A weapon was split in half.
Then the head of the man was severed in an instant.
The chaos began.
Dozens of bandits rushed out, some already releasing soul rings.
"Who dares attack Black Wind Stronghold?!"
A burly Soul Master swung a giant axe, sending a soul energy slash toward Jiang Li.
Jiang Li vanished.
The next instant—
He appeared behind the man.
Slash.
The head flew.
Silence.
The bandits froze in shock.
A Soul Master—killed in an instant.
Ling Luochen didn't hesitate.
"Fifth Soul Skill: Ice Radiant Ring!"
A massive wave of ice erupted, sweeping through the crowd.
Jiang Li followed up with relentless blade strikes, moving through the enemies like a shadow.
Screams filled the stronghold.
Blood and ice covered the ground.
Soon, the battlefield turned into a slaughterhouse.
The remaining Soul Masters attempted to surround Jiang Li.
But his blade was too fast.
Too precise.
Within moments, they were all cut down.
The stronghold fell into a sea of corpses.
But just as Jiang Li prepared to finish the cleanup—
A deep, aged voice exploded from the depths of the stronghold.
"How dare you slaughter my Black Wind Stronghold!"
A massive surge of soul power erupted.
Even Ling Luochen felt suffocated.
A black-robed old man stepped out.
Two yellow, two purple, two black soul rings rotated around him.
A Soul Emperor-level evil soul master.
Ling Luochen's expression changed drastically.
"...Soul Emperor!"